User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20120404214610/@comment-4512067-20120408145109

''Blairnoze, who had already long since been listening a little farther down the wall, shot Grivvil a dark look, before sliding silently down the length of wall between them until she was only a few centimeters from the rat. She leered threateningly "Hope yew don't ferget who really'' `eard `em in their lil' meetin' ferst, rottripes"